Crazy involution in male-oriented novels, my senior brother has set his sights on me

At the same time, what everyone felt was even more incredible was that Lin Hao actually used sword energy!

He is only in the early stage of Jindan, but he can use sword energy so skillfully without a sword?

Then, hasn't his proficiency in sword energy reached the highest level now?

even……

No! At his age, it is impossible for him to comprehend the power of the sword!

Even Lin Jinxing, who was known as the number one genius in the cultivation world, couldn't do it. How could he, a waste with only three spiritual roots after using the Spirit Cleansing Pill, do it? !

Everyone's eyes turned towards Zhang Ziqing and Lin Jinxing. The master and disciple had very calm expressions, as if they had expected the current situation.

"You!" Gong Yu Yanming pointed at Zhang Ziqing with his trembling fingertips. But after a long while, he couldn't utter anything except the word "you".

Luo Zheng's thought came to his mind again. It seemed that he would have to ask the Pavilion Master for instructions after he returned...

When Zhang Ziqing saw this situation, he immediately felt happy and took out his wine gourd and took a sip.

At the same time, he patted Xunhua, who was still in shock and sat next to him. "Do you understand now? Do you need me to finish what I said?"

Xunhua was patted back to his senses by his eldest son Qing, who had just slapped him back to his senses, and covered his face with his hands.

Can we not mention it? My face is almost swollen from being beaten!

Lin Jinxing wanted to remind his master not to be so arrogant behind him, but when he thought of the look of contempt on the faces of those people who looked down on his junior brother, he swallowed the words of persuasion.

Long Mohan on the stage was also in shock and unable to recover?

Didn't Lin Hao rely on elixirs to improve his cultivation? Why could he take the sword from me so easily?

I must have underestimated the enemy!

After Long Mohan figured it out, he assumed an attacking posture again.

But now he no longer had the sword in his hand, so he could only gather the lightning on his clenched fists.

Xiaotian felt much better immediately after seeing this scene. He clenched his chubby little fists, as if he was cheering for Lin Hao.

"Yes! Keep going! That's how you should slap him in the face!"

Anyway, Xiaotian would not let that guy notice Lin Hao's existence. Since he couldn't notice it, then he should be as high-profile as possible!

Compared to Long Mohan's high alert, Lin Hao was more relaxed, and it was obvious that he didn't take Long Mohan seriously.

His attitude was the same as when he first came on stage, but it changed when everyone realized how strong he was. People no longer regarded his leisure as arrogance, but instead admired his calmness.

Long Mohan attacked Lin Hao again, but Lin Hao continued to play with the sword in his hand as if he didn't see anything.

Xiaotian covered his face in his mind, "He's the male lead after all, can you give him some face and be serious?"

Lin Hao raised his eyebrows. This little sword spirit could always bring him some surprises. "You even know the male lead?"

Xiaotian paused and stammered, "I...I...don't worry about this for now. The other party has come in front of you. Now is not the time to be distracted."

Of course Lin Hao knew that the opponent was about to arrive in front of him. Although he didn't care on the surface, he still allocated a part of his spiritual consciousness to pay attention to the opponent.

But Lin Hao still followed Xiaotian's instructions and focused on the battle.

Forget it, Xiaotian has enough secrets, he doesn’t mind having one more.

Seeing Lin Hao distracted, Long Mohan thought his chance had come. The purple lightning in his hand gathered more and more, trying to kill him with one strike.

Long Mohan had a good idea, but the second before he approached, Lin Hao's distracted mind returned, holding his sword in his hand.

Even though the sword was not very handy, Lin Hao still wielded it with ease and freedom.

Lin Hao seemed to be born for the sword. The airflow generated by the fierce collision of flames and lightning made his blue tights flutter in the wind, dancing in a smart and elegant posture.

At this moment, Lin Hao lost some of his usual gentleness and became more free and unrestrained, and felt proud of himself.

Lin Hao held the long sword in his hand and made a gorgeous sword flower, unrestrained and uninhibited, with crisp and clear movements. After only three moves, Long Mohan was completely defeated and fell to the ground.

How could these nearly eight years of hard training have been in vain?

To deal with a person in the late foundation building stage, Lin Hao didn't need to put in any effort at all, and he also practiced physical cultivation at the same time.

Although it cannot be compared with Ye Zhiling's natural supernatural power, it is enough for Lin Hao, who mainly practices sword.

Lin Hao did not use the Heaven-Breaking Sword Technique, but Long Mohan still could not withstand Lin Hao's attack.

The crowd watching was completely convinced that Lin Hao had really reached his level through his own practice. If he had used elixirs, his strength would never have been so strong!

But how did he do it?

This has become a new question in everyone's mind.

But soon everyone found an excuse for Lin Hao. Didn’t the Immortal Master Nanyou also have three spiritual roots?

Perhaps this is a necessary condition for the technique they are practicing!

You can make friends with Lin Hao, but you can’t offend him!

This is the voice of all the monks who are about to enter school.

On the stage, Long Mohan covered his bleeding arm with his hands, his eyes full of resentment. He looked at the long sword in Lin Hao's hand, which originally belonged to him. At this moment, his blood was dripping onto the ground.

Long Mohan's handsome face gradually turned ferocious.

He didn't understand why Lin Hao always suppressed him!

It seemed as if Lin Hao was born to nemesis him. As long as he was around, he always had troubles!

Long Mohan's expression was understood by everyone.

They thought someone was weak, but found out that the other person was actually very strong. They would go crazy if they were in his shoes.

But Long Mohan's next move made them feel ashamed.

The winner has been decided.

Lin Hao walked up to Long Mohan, threw the sword in front of him, turned and walked to the center of the ring, ready to wait for the next person to challenge him.

But Long Mohan picked up the sword on the ground, and after Lin Hao turned around, he slashed at him with the sword like a devil.

It’s all because of Lin Hao!

If it weren't for him being my nemesis, I would have been the one to make a big splash today!

Si Li, who was closest to Lin Hao, had time to stop him. But just as he was about to act, he looked up at Luo Zheng on the stage as if he had received some order.

Seeing Luo Zheng shaking his head, Si Li's eyes changed from hesitation to struggle, and finally he closed his eyes. He hardened his heart and made himself act as if he saw nothing, and stopped moving.

Zhang Ziqing and Lin Jinxing naturally also saw this scene. They rushed to the arena quickly, but they were unable to catch up because the distance was too far.

Lin Jinxing looked with bloodshot eyes at the long sword that was about to stab his junior brother.

If my junior brothers get hurt, I will never let them go!

Qian Duoduo and the other two in the audience also wanted to move closer to remind them, but they were standing too far away from the stage and could not rush through the crowd for a while.

Seeing that the sword was about to pierce the other party, Long Mohan's eyes turned excited. As long as this person was not there, as long as he was not there, then he would definitely be successful!

Xiaotian was so anxious that he was running in circles in his sea of ​​consciousness. "Ahhh! Lin Hao, run! The sword is going to hurt you!"

"Tsk, I know. Why are you in such a hurry?" Lin Hao's voice was calm and composed.